Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge One day in every year A hope that is a fear Comes very near. Once, every year, I say, " Less long now the delay Shorter the way. " Whether for joy or woe I say that this is so I do not know. Only one thing is clear: A hope that is a fear Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments